Been a weird few months. Not sure how long, or what went off the tracks, but something shifted. Me, the Universe, or something else, I don’t what.
Lots of strange occurrences. Dreamt of my ex twice, even ran into her sister a couple of times. Then I ran into her. I’m not sure if uncovered any still lingering traumas, but it too left me feeling off-kilter.
Job changing, instances of synchronicity – the right words at the right time, I’ll either come across or be told. Zen in action?
Was recently introduced to the works of Alan Watts. This was a name at the edge of my periphery for some time, but I began reading his collected letters just a couple of weeks ago.
I love reading the correspondence and journals of prominent (or even eclectic) individuals. Thoreau, Kerouac, and Van Gogh have been among my favorites.
My journals are mostly rambling things. Nothing clear. Too many distractions. I think that’s been an issue in my blog posting as well. Too many distraction. Reorganizing my life now. We’ll see how it goes.
Hmm… I lost a month. I was cruising along again, then stepped away from the computer. Rip Van Winkled it.
I’m back. I guess I could consider not writing to be a fail. No one is emailing me asking for more posts, so that’s fine though. It’s a personal journey for me. And really, it is all about the journey.
I started keeping a blog for two reasons. One, I like writing. I wanted to get what I had to say out there. It may not be viewed by very many people, and that’s also fine. But it’s me being accountable to myself.
And two, I had a lot to learn to be accountable for. The year of 2016, when I believe I really started blogging, was a struggle for me. I have pulled out of that turmoil, which may be a reason why I’ve been less structured when it comes to posting.
But I still journal most mornings, and these posts are additional. I like the tactile sensation of writing in a book, with pen, in cursive. Someone tried to read a couple lines and called it my ‘old-man writing.” That’s how I feel sometimes – like an old man.
Other times I forget that I’m in my thirties altogether, and behave much younger. Those times are interesting, and I realize that my body bounces back much slower than it used to.
Either way, I’m here posting now. “Ever tried, ever failed” as Beckett says. “No matter. Try again, fail again, fail better.”
Took a little break, as I went into tech week for a show (Oklahoma!), as well as starting a new job. Thus far, all has been going well. Still, there has been some slacking on my part.
I haven’t been reading much. A couple of nonfiction books. I’ll include that in Friday’s post. It seems that I’ve been incredibly busy without getting very much done.
Busy doesn’t mean productive. Someone said that once. I think.
So what have I been doing?
“May you live in interesting times.”
– Chinese Proverb
And these are certainly interesting times. But they’ve been clocking in that way for quite a while. Though you may argue since the 2016 presidential election campaigns, it’s been increasingly public and messy for decades in politics.
Right now, the Republican-led Congress is experiencing tumultuous decision making, trying to navigate the stormy seas of Trump’s presidency, the concerns of constituents, and their own moral compass. With such directional challenges, some are opting to flee rather than fight.
Just this week, Speaker of the House Paul Ryan announced his retirement from Congress. In the growing instability of National party politics, Speaker Ryan seems to think that it’s time to jump ship.
You may recall Paul Ryan receiving the Speakership following John Boehner’s forced exit, amid criticism that Boehner wasn’t coalescing the party enough. Now, with the current Administration inciting divisiveness at all levels, it would be a wonder if there were Congressional Republicans who would want to remain.
We are living in interesting times, but I’m sure most Americans are hoping that every day wasn’t more interesting than the last.
Another fifty year anniversary happened, and that was for the release of Stanley Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey. Well it has been years since I’ve seen this movie, but I do recall HAL’s (Heuristically programmed ALgorithmic computer) greeting to the protagonist: “I’m sorry, Dave…” Kind of spooky.
For me, I didn’t particularly like the movie when I first watched it. Roger Ebert had this to say. It is on my list of films to watch this year though, so perhaps I’ll have a different understanding of it. In reading about it for the 50th, Mental Floss has some interesting things to say.
And, if you don’t want to watch the film, or listen to “Blue Danube” or “Also Sprach Zarathustra,” you can check out this episode of Echoes, dedicated to space-inspired soundscapes.
Time management. Focus. Exhaustion and overextension. These are elements that I consider often.
For several months at a time, I remained relatively secluded. It was a period of recovery for me. A necessary one, and well-received (by me). Now, as I make my way back into the world, the balance of finding time for myself and for others is again proving challenging.
This can be placed pretty much solely on me. I said yes to several commitments, and the wear is starting to show on me. I’m exhausted today. When there is no time to decompress, all you feel is the compression.
I’ve spent the past week trying to implement controls in my schedule, decluttering my workspaces, and preparing for some new particulars which will be coming into play over the next month or so. I’m excited to start these new adventures, and will be sure to write about them in subsequent posts.
Fifty years ago this week, in Memphis, TN, civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated at the age of 39. As the cultural climate has changed considerably over the past fifty years, one can’t help but notice that the work of social justice and equality is still being done.
This week, remember Dr. King. Think about those doing the good work. Possibly get involved, or volunteer yourself.
And if all of that seems too much, just say hello to a stranger. You may make their day.
Well, I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter with me now, because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live – a long life; longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the Promised Land. So I’m happy, tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.